He tried to think it wasn't, he really did. Then there was that little voice that said he was responsible. Little irritating voice that was always there lately. Ever since his recent brush with death. Not like he was a stranger to it, but this time was different. He'd really been trying to do the right thing, get back on the path. Then it all just backfired and blew up in his face. " I miss you. The way things were.."